Believing and knowing are two different things.
I believe that I have two hands yet know it too.
I can prove this fact easily, but if someone
Argued still to the contrary perhaps for fun
A swift slap to the cheek would give that one a clue.
Certainty undeniable true knowing brings.
Argument can be powerful against belief
So the one who believes has a threshold to cross
Into absolute knowing to act as a shield
From the negative fallout in the battlefield.
If I say I Do Not Know, will I incur loss?
This decision alone can cause general grief.
But the truth is of essence, or else what’s the use?
I’m sincere enough to admit that I don’t know
All that much about anything but just enough
To get just enough going, and quite off-the-cuff.
Through the things that I don’t know I’m able to grow.
A confusing odor do assumptions effuse.
The immensity of what I don’t know I know
That I don’t know that I don’t know. It’s understood.
All the longing, seeking, and possibility
Of knowing becomes a living reality.
In the long run it doesn’t do me any good
To pretend that I know things. That habit must go.